love poems

Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.

The Land I Know Independence day
The Land I Know Independence day I don’t wear stars or paint my face don’t need a banner to love this place It’s in the soil, the open land
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I Hope Death Sounds Like...
When we're in the car and you sing, I try to soak it in and absorb the moment, I focus on creating a memory that will last, even at 80 with dementia.
By Thaeabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes Through Ether
I needn't call his name, he already listens beneath moonlit silence beneath the hush of passing hours beneath dreams that slip like tides through twilight
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Destruction Hill
Destruction Hill Rolling, rolling down a great big hill called destruction, No brakes, no breaks, no hands to catch the slide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Love in the seasons. AI-Generated.
The season it came without notice a silent yet peaceful form of enrichment. The tree leaves blowing with subtle intensity from the winds. The leaves falling with a graceful push with no human insight to enjoy it’s beauty from a far. a feeling we all know to well weather you want to try to understand you’ll soon come to realize that this form is one of the most beautiful forms of all. It’s a shared vision through this many my think other wise yet you have to be immersed. The smell of fresh coffee near you. weather you don’t know or you do it’s the simple fact that you’re home and that home is autumn better known as fall the season of fallin leaves and inspiring dreams for the dreamers. As the breeze of the silent winds began falling on my face upturning subtle yet amusing the smell of the soaked streets as I walk there this land of uncertainty the wondering gazes took up most of my vision within a undertaking mind shall I walk onto my home as I go to unlock the door I was meant with na familiar smell it was powerful so very strong to my sense that I thought someone broke into my home and yet it was my cat raspfin
By Shatique Watsonabout a year ago in Poets
The Second First Time
I had come here once before, years ago, and it was the first time I had ever pushed my body like that—pushed it past what I thought was possible, felt the ache of muscles I hadn’t known existed, and finally, the rush of reaching the summit. The view had been incredible: a vast valley below, wrapped in fog and sunlight. It was the kind of moment that changed you, the kind that stays locked in your chest.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Remember You
Sometimes I think about you. I think about it all. The warmth of that Summer and the way the clouds Pillowed just before a rain storm on a night of reflection. So full of the promise of something to come, something bad and Dark. Whilst looking so full and so, so Beautiful.
By Bria Lamonicaabout a year ago in Poets
Call Me Daisy
I want to sit in a field of daisies and breathe in the fresh air. I want to have the luxury of nourishing my curiosity. Where do daisies come from?
By Rhiannon Garlandabout a year ago in Poets
Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater 💞
🌅 Good Morning Poem with a Love Sweater 💞 In the hush of dawn, when dreams still cling, I hear your name in the robin's sing. The sunlight tiptoes through my room, And warms the silence, lifts the gloom. But nothing warms me quite the same, As thoughts of you—just whisper your name. So I reach for comfort, soft and true, My love-worn sweater that smells like you. Threads of warmth, a woven kiss, Each stitch a memory, each seam a bliss. I wrap it close, and in its fold, I feel your arms, both strong and bold. The breeze may chill, the world may race, But I still feel your warm embrace. Though miles apart or just next door, Your love’s the sweater that I adore. So good morning, love—may your heart be light, Like this sweater that holds me tight. You're the warmth in my every day, My morning sun, in every way. 💞
By Ali Asad Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
This Is Not a Goodbye
You said you’d leave, but not too far, You promised peace beneath one star. You left your shoes, your coat, your jar— You left your scent, you left a scar.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
bloom
Where were you When she lost her voice The first time? When the world Told her that she couldn’t You stepped aside Wondering, watching
By River and Celia in Underlandabout a year ago in Poets
I Loved Her in Silence
I Loved Her in Silence She never knew I loved her. Not in the way people expect love to be declared—with roses, fireworks, and grand confessions under starlit skies.
By Faizyab Khanabout a year ago in Poets